When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
This is so fucking sexist! Having a headache is such a turn-off that is almost impossible for me -and, I think, almost every woman- even imagine having any sexual interaction. Don’t fuck with your woman! If she’s having a headache, you better let her rest!
James Eads is a multi-disciplinary artist from Brooklyn, with a passion for both art and design. In his work, James challenges the concrete reality that we live in – he plays with color and motion to form a world of believable fiction and like a map to this new world, his pieces act as illustrations for something previously unknown. Please visit artist’s website or follow his Tumblr.